Chapter Eight Chapter Nine – Moes
"Who?" had been the question for the next few days. Irma was not ready to tell her parents, just yet. It wasn't that she cared what would happen to Martin, who really would? It was what would happen to her parents, if they hurt Martin. It was natural, for a mother and father to be protective of their young, but this was tied up with the law. Sure, her dad was a copper, but he was a father, also. You could be fired or quit being a policeman, but not with being a protective dad. Well, except if you placed your child in the orphanage…
It was obvious to Mr. and Mrs. Lair that their daughter wasn't going to give them names, anytime soon. So, they waited, and tried to calm themselves. It was really hard, though. Their daughter was pregnant, and they were being forced to calm down! They understood their daughter feelings, though, and didn't try to pry information out of her.
Over the painfully slow days, Irma hung out with her friends. Irma was relishing the feeling of not having reporters following her around, before they actually did. News, like the policeman's daughter was raped, couldn't stay on the down low for long. The weight of being a policeman's daughter was constantly following Irma around.
On this day, the girls were hanging out at some place called 'Moes'. It was a new Mexican restaurant / fast food place, and the girls decided to check it out. The five girls had just sat down with their food, about to take their first taste of the food. As everyone unwrapped their burritos, tacos, and nachos, Taranee stated to Irma, "My parents know."
"Know what?" Irma asked, and bit a tortilla chip, covered in lettuce, tomatoes, other vegetables, and some delicious white secret sauce.
"About…" Taranee said, pausing. "You know what. You dad told, when my mother went to the station, to check up on someone, being a judge and all." Irma sighed and nodded. Taranee and Irma had a special bond, being both children of someone tied up in the law. Taranee had it slightly worse, seeing as not only was her mother a judge, but her father, a lawyer.
"My mom said, when you know who is revealed, and needs his trail, she wants to be the judge. My dad also wants to be your lawyer. Free of charge." Taranee said. Irma sighed.
"I see no problem." Irma muttered, sinking her teeth into another nacho, and sighing. Irma looked up at the door, as the people working at the place, said in friendly voices, "Welcome to Moes!" The restaurant was really friendly, and when anyone entered, they would greet them in cheery voices. This customer, looked depressed, and Irma deemed him unworthy of the greeting. It was that strawberry blond boy, with the glasses, whom put her into this situation – Martin Tubbs.
The boy glanced over in her direction, and he froze. He looked away, from her, and stared at his parents. They would be so disappointed in him if they found out what he had done. He sat down, in the farthest corner of the restaurant from Irma, and let his parents go order his food.
"Ep!" Irma squeaked, and sank in her chair. "What?" Cornelia asked, looking up from her taco. Cornelia peered over in the direction Irma was staring at, and narrowed her eyes, angrily. Rage surged through Cornelia's body. Soon, Cornelia wasn't the only one glaring at the nerd. Irma shook her head, joined them. She couldn't let him win this battle!
Martin could feel himself being stared at, and he looked over his shoulder. Irma and her group of friends were glowering at him. He guessed she had told them, about the incident. He looked away guiltily. He truly felt sorry for what he had done. Martin didn't even notice what he had done, until it was done. It was as if his mind had been taken over. He wanted to march over to her, and beg her forgiveness. To tell her he didn't mean to. Martin wanted to make it all better, but he couldn't. There was no way to go back in time.
Martin stood up, and marched over to Irma. He would grovel at her feet, and then offer to turn himself in. There was no use living, feeling guilty for the rest of his life anyways. "Irma?" he breathed. It was one of the unusual moments, where he didn't come up with a nickname for her. There was really no use for them now. They would never charm her into liking him.
"Can… I talk to you… alone?" Martin asked, looking at the four girls, next to Irma. Irma flinched, as if the mere thought of him even looking at her would kill her. Martin noticed Hay Lin grab Irma's shoulder, and scowled at him, with eyes that could kill. Martin almost gasped. They though he wanted to do it again, to poor Irma! "Get out of here, you sick, vile, revolting, ghastly, scummy, monster!" Will snarled.
"I want to straighten things out… You don't have to leave, I guess. I just… just can't talk with all these people in here. The girls paused, and as if in some secret girl code, they decided whether or not to follow him, not saying a word. Finally they all reluctantly nodded, and stood up. Irma was in the middle of the group, as if they were protecting her. Shame filled Martin's body.
The girls trouped outside, and strolled over to an alley, and waited expectantly. "Um… Irma." Martin started, and Irma cringed. He sighed. "Well… I don't know what I was doing. I didn't mean to. I- I can't explain what made me do it. I will turn myself in." Martin said.
"Martin." Irma said, coldly. "I don't care if you turn yourself in, but nothing can change for what you did to me. You did the actions, and now I am paying the price Martin." Irma took a step closer to him. "I am carrying your stupid baby." As she said each word, she harshly jabbed martin in the chest, who gaped at her.
"Irma…" he breathed. "I am so sorry." "You should be." Irma snapped, tears filling her eyes. "I hate you." Martin couldn't blame. No one could blame the poor girl. She deserved to hate him. He deserved the hatred from her, and her friends. He deserved it all. "I am turning myself in. I want you to have all my savings… and my collage fund… I want all my money to go to you and the baby."
"Martin! I don't think you understand! It is not the money I am mad about. It is that fact that I am carrying your baby. I don't even want it, but I am too nice, and can't kill an innocent baby." Irma said, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. With that, Irma pushed past him, and practically ran back in Moes. She really didn't feel like going in the public after what just happened, but she was pregnant and hungry. Her buddies stalked in after her, scowling at Martin.
Author Note – I have writers block… Sorry. So I just randomly wrote stuff. Sorry about that. I am really excited, because, Friday is my birthday and the last day of school. I am hoping to get some of the WITCH books. Mermaid Ninja, I love your review, lol. It was so straight foreword, and made me laugh. Also, Moes is my favorite place to eat, and they really do greet you when you come in. Well I will update as soon as I can, see ya!